Хелависа - The Unappeasable Host

       Hm    Hm/a    G          D                 A

The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,

      Hm        Hm/a    G           D               A

And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,

               Hm    Hm/a C              Em         A

For they will ride the   North when the ger-eagle flies,

             Hm  Hm/a G            F#    G      F#

With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold

I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast,

And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me,

Desolate wind that cry over the wandering sea;

Desolate wind that hover in the flaming West;

Desolate wind that beats the doors of Heaven, and beat

The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;

O heart that winds have shaken, the unappeasable host

Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.